If the world made sense I would say

That the sky has not stopped crying

For you

Since those doors opened for you yesterday;

Nor

Have we.

But the world has no purpose, no plan,

And that chaos is the only reason

You are gone.

And so it is us only

That are weeping.

Now the Earth has been thrown

Over your limp form,

And now I am left wondering

When the rain will stop.